On a recent Saturday night, I arrived home at 1 a.m. to find a car parked in front of my house. It’s unusual but not unheard of, and anyway this is Toronto, no big deal. I didn’t really notice it.
But when I left my own vehicle, two men jumped out of that parked car and rushed toward me, their heads and necks covered by those Dali masks from Netflix’s “Money Heist.” It seemed surreal, if macabre. Then the larger one put a 12-inch knife to my throat and demanded: “Give me your key, don’t make me do something I don’t want to have to do.”
